syncopated.

two cows

clearing room rubbish is difficult; always feel reluctant to throw away perfectly good things that will almost certainly be useless and clutter up the room.

when the levee breaks, mama,
you got to lose.

recovered some of this from a pod session earlier this year.

the story of two cows

socialism: you have 2 cows and you give one to your neighbour.

communism: you have 2 cows, the government takes both and gives you some milk.

fascism: you have 2 cows, the government takes both and sells you some milk.

nazism: you have 2 cows. the government takes both and shoots you.

bureaucratism: you have 2 cows; the government takes both, shoots one, milks the other and throws the milk away.

traditional capitalism: you have 2 cows. you sell one and buy a bull. your heard multiplies, and the economy grows. you sell them and retire on the income.

an american corporation: you have 2 cows. you sell one and force the other to produce the milk of 4 cows. later, you hire a consultant to analyse why the cow dropped dead.

a french corporation: you have 2 cows. you go on strike because you want 3 cows.

a japanese corporation: you have 2 cows. you redesign them so they are one-tenth the size of an ordinary cow and produce twenty times the milk. you then create a clever cow cartoon image called cowkimon and market them world wide.

a german corporation: you have 2 cows. you reengineer them so they live for 100 years, eat once a month, and milk themselves.

an italian corporation: you have 2 cows, but you don't know where they are. you break for lunch.

a russian corporation: you have 2 cows. you count them and learn you have 5 cows. you count them again and learn you have 42 cows. you count them again and learn you have 2 cows. you stop counting cows and open another bottle of vodka.

a swiss corporation: you have 5000 cows, none of which belong to you. you charge others for storing them.

a chinese corporation: you have 2 cows, you have 300 people milking them. you claim full employment, high bovine productivity, and arrest the newsman who reported the numbers.

an indian corporation: you have 2 cows. you worship them.

a british corporation: you have 2 cows. both are mad.

Lights will guide you home
And ignite your bones
And I will try to fix you

i want to know what class i'm in next year.
quickly.

this past week, i met:
some gep from our school
friends of my father (who recognised me)
kenneth yeo and his parents
mark chua
mark ooi's father

while working at the camera shop.

the attachment's now almost ending.

Close the door and drift away
Into a sea of uncertainty
Where all your hopes and dreams
Have faded out of reach.
Remember all the bad dreams
Are not far from reality
Would you write again for me?

That the paper's your soul
and your blood's in the pen.

If heaven sent you downstream
Where banished eyes haven't been
Would you smile again for me?
You misread your fate line
Had long run out of time
Would you write again for me?

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